by Faith S Lynn
She puts her tiny hand up to my mouth to quiet me down. “No, no you don’t have to go and do all that. You win.”
I cup a hand behind my ear and ask, “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”
“I said you win, dammit. I will stop pushing you away,” she says, sounding completely vulnerable. “Just don’t go and do anything stupid. Okay?”
“Like what? Kidnapping someone? I think it’s a little too late for that advice.”
That gets a little giggle from her. “I am glad, though.”
“That’s a bit disturbing. I mean, really? Who is glad about being kidnapped?”
“Let’s just say this little old lady told me some guy would flip my world upside down, and she was right. Sometimes everything you thought you were happy with needs to be taken away for you realize what really makes you happy.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” I tell her. I notice the change in music and see that the first dance is over and others are starting to join in the fun. I grab Sage’s hand and raise it above her head to give her a little spin, then bow slightly to her. “Will you do the honor of giving me this dance, Beauty?” She beams me a smile, and off we go.
Sage
I could tell you down to the minutes—probably even the seconds, but that may be a little bit overboard—since the last time I had Lynkin’s hands on me. So having his body rubbing against me and his hands running all over me as we dance is like dangling a juicy hamburger in front of a starving person.
He doesn’t ask where we are going when I pull him to my car and we climb in, nor does he blink twice when I pull up in front of my house and get out. No one is around as we walk in and up to my room. I let go of his hand long enough to shut my door and lock it.
His eyes don’t leave mine as I reach behind my neck and un-button the halter around my neck. The top of my dress falls to my hips, exposing my breasts that are heavy with the desire for him to touch them. Hooking my thumbs in the inside of my dress, I push it and my thong the rest of the way off. I stand before him, completely naked except for my heels. I watch as his breathing becomes heavy, and he swallows.
He walks to me with determination in each stride, then he grabs my face in his hands and takes my mouth. His tongue dives into my mouth with need and I meet its strokes with my own. He pulls back, looks at me for what feels like forever, and says, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I tell him as I reach for the button on his pants. He pulls his shirt off as I free him from the confinement of his slacks. I push him back on the bed, pin his hands above his head, and reconnect our mouths. Our tongues mingle and mix as our lips softly mesh, and our teeth nip. He lets out a groan into my mouth when I grind down on his hardness, and tries to life me up so he can enter.
“Not yet,” I stop him.
I place a kiss to his chest and work my way down to my final destination. I start from the base and lick up to the head, taking the little drop of pre-cum into my mouth and savoring the taste of him. When I take him in my mouth, Lynkin hisses in pleasure. I start off slow at first, sucking, licking, and kissing. I pick up the pace when his hips start moving and he fists his hand in my hair. Using both my mouth and hand, I take him as deep as I can, as fast as I can go. I know he is getting close when his fingers get tighter in my hair, and his dick pulses in my mouth. I don’t stop until he finishes, and I swallow down every last drop.
I lick my lips clean as he opens his eyes. They are nearly piercing me with the heat in them as he says, “My turn.”
He flips me over, and wastes no time as he spreads my legs open and buries his head between them. He gives one long lick to the top, circles his lips around my clit, and sucks. I clinch the covers in my hands and bow my head back. “You taste so fucking good.”
He continues suckling on that heavenly ball of nerves as he inserts two fingers inside, and curl them so they rub against the spot that makes my whole body feel as though it is on fire. Each time he runs his fingers across it, he takes a long pull with his mouth. This goes on until I am nearly spent and clenching uncontrollably.
“Look at me.”
I open my eyes to find Lynkin over me, his face soft and full of love. He places himself at my entrance and slowly enters. He is shaking a little as he pulls out and pushes back into me again. My heart swells as I realize that what I have with Lynkin is the kind of love that you only read about or see in movies. Earth shattering, soul searching, written in the stars, kind of love.
We make love twice and have rough, dirty sex three times before we finally pass out from exhaustion, naked and wrapped up in each other. The last thought I have before I give into sleep is that I would be happy to spend the rest of my life just like this.
Two days of pure bliss pass. It has been nothing but Lynkin and I spending all of our time together. Dad caught us leaving the day after Jen’s wedding, and we all sat down and talked about what all has happened. He even told Lynkin he could have Richard’s old job. They were going to have to fill it either way, and he said it would be better to hire someone that already knew all of the clients and how to do the job without having to be trained. Seeing the two of them together has been like watching a father reconnect with his son. I get the warm and fuzzies every time I watch them bonding.
But, all of that was just ruined. We just got a call saying that Richard had a bond hearing this morning and was granted a bail of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Apparently, there was nothing we could do to keep him behind bars until the final court date, where he will be either sentenced as guilty or innocent.
Dad and Lynkin decide that we all should just stay at the house tonight. They doubt Richard would be stupid enough to try anything, but none of us are willing to chance it. We order some pizza and the men decide to shoot pool in the rec room.
“Do you want to play, Sage?” Dad asks.
I sit down in one of the chairs at the back of the room and throw my legs over the arm. I hold up my book and reply, “I’m good.”
“You sure you don’t want to take the chance at showing up your old dad and Lynkin?” he asks again.
“No, really dad, I am good. You two go ahead,” I reassure him.
Lynkin walks over and kisses me on the forehead. “You are being paranoid. Try and relax.”
I give the most convincing smile I can manage. He isn’t convinced, but walks away to play. I open the book to the page I placed my bookmark, where I left off the last time I picked it up.
After rereading the same two pages five times and not actually getting anything from it, I shut it and put it on the side table. I watch the only two men in my life talk shit back and forth about how one is going to run the table on the other. I get a good laugh when dad wins the first game and Lynkin looks at the table dumbfounded. I laugh even more when Lynkin loses the next one because he accidently knocks the eight ball in before its time. Dad reassures him that sometimes some things just happen pre-maturely and that he better get used to it. Of course, to my embarrassment, he lets my dad know he doesn’t have that problem.
My stomach lets out a warning that it’s about to get hungry about the time I hear the doorbell ring. Mom yells down the hall from the sun room for Mary-Anne to get the door.
“Is it the pizza, Mary-Anne?” my dad asks her as he pulls out his wallet from his back pocket.
It’s not the pizza, though. Mary-Anne walks in, Richard behind her holding a gun that’s jammed into her neck.
“You bastards thought you got rid of me, didn’t you? Well, you didn’t,” he says.
“Way to state the obvious,” Lynkin mumbles. Always a smartass.
Apparently when Richard walked in, he didn’t see Lynkin off to the corner, but Lynkin’s comment brought his attention to him. The sinister look that comes on his face at the sight of Lynkin makes my blood curdle.
“Oo…ooo…k,” Richard stutters out, “You are all in this together! I should have known you couldn’t have done the dirty work by yourself, Carl. You
are too much of a coward. But, I didn’t think you would stoop so low as bringing in the mutt to do it.”
Dad takes a step over to stand in Richard’s line of sight to Lynkin. “I don’t know what you are going on about. We didn’t have anything to do with you getting caught.” He stops and puts his hand out in front of him and says, “Why don’t you put the gun away, and let’s talk about this reasonably. I have a new bottle of scotch just itching to have its seal broke.”
“Don’t lie to me. I’m not an idiot!” he screams at Dad. “Are you going to try and tell me it is a coincidence that this man set up a fake meeting with me to threaten me into leaving and never coming back or he would ruin everything that I had the same night that I am arrested and the tape was turned in? Now I find him in here with you both, living it up while I am to rot in prison?”
“What?” I ask.
Lynkin walks over to me and says, “I had to. When Jen told me everything and that you were genuinely scared of this guy, I had to make him leave so that I knew you were safe.” When I don’t say anything back, he continues, “I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I just couldn’t stand thinking you were in danger.”
“I’m not mad, Lynkin. I just can’t believe you did something like that for me. You should have told me.”
“Are you serious? How the fuck do you two even know each other? What the hell? You know what? It doesn’t even matter.” Richard’s anger rises at seeing me with Lynkin as he waves the gun around with his rant. Mary-Anne takes the opportunity of not having the gun on her to bust free of his hold and run down the hall. He fires a few shots off, but we can’t see if he hit her or not.
“Richard, put the gun down and let’s talk about this. If you do we won’t have to tell anyone about you even coming by here,” Dad again tries to reason with him.
“NO! No, the time for talking is over.”
My heart stops as Richard aims the gun directly at Lynkin. I knew this would happen. I will never forgive myself if Lynkin is hurt. I shouldn’t have given into him so easily, I should have kept pushing him away.
A tear rolls down my cheek, and I plead with Richard, “Please, oh, please don’t do this. If you ever felt anything for me, don’t do this. I will go with you. Anything you want.”
His actions play out in his eyes before they even happen. The pop of the gun sounds off around the room. My heart stops, and I can’t breathe as I watch his body hit the floor in a thud.
One year later
Lynkin
“Jennifer, get your dog away from the fireworks before he decides the roman candles look like a fun snack,” I yell across the yard.
“He may be stupid, but not that stupid.”
“I don’t know about that,” I say as he runs off with one dragging behind him. Her husband John laughs as he watches her chase it down, but eventually helps her.
I open the grill and check to make sure the chicken isn’t cooking too fast. Carl walks up and hands me a beer. Sometimes it still amazes me that he is still here, and doesn’t hate me for him getting shot. I swear I have never seen an old man move so fast before, but he did, and got right in the way of the bullet. He is always telling me that I should be better to him seeing as he took a bullet for me and all. We have all come a long way since that night. The cops showed up right after the gun went off and arrested Richard. Needless to say, he was found guilty of all charges and sentenced to fifteen years.
“The CEO for Kameo called and approved the terms of their contract today,” he informs me. This is a big deal we have been working together for the last couple of months since he has been back to work. He was out for a long time recovering.
“About time.”
He nods his head in agreement. I look around mine and Sage’s backyard at all the people here. I wouldn’t recommend anyone to be as stupid as I was and kidnap someone’s daughter for revenge, but for me it changed my life for the better. It made me realize that everything that I had killed myself working for, wasn’t what really mattered in life. I watch as my beautiful bride waddles across the yard to set a platter of food onto the patio table.
She is due any day now. I can’t wait to welcome our little girl into the world. I have imagined what she will look like, little auburn curls all over her head and my big brown eyes. I am going to be in so much trouble when she gets older.
I finish up the bar-b-que and we all gather around the table to eat. When we are all finished, John sets the fireworks up. He is a firefighter and insisted he be in charge of setting them off. You know, they say that all firefighters are secretly pyromaniacs. Sage begins picking up the dishes, and I pull her into my lap.
“Those can wait.”
“Oh, they can, huh? Are you going to do them?”
“Woah, now. Let’s not get carried away,” I joke with her. She elbows me in the stomach. “Don’t make me take you inside and show you who is boss.”
“You think you’re something don’t you, Mr. Conner?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I think you are, too. I’ll take you up on that offer after everyone leaves. Let’s watch the fireworks right now. Okay?” she asks. She pulls me by the back of my neck in for a quick kiss before she leans back on me as the first one sounds off.
I bring my hands around Sage’s waist, place them on her belly, and hold the two most precious things in my life.
“I love you, Beauty.”
“I love you too, Lynkin.”
Falling in Reverse – It’s Over When It’s Over
One Republic – Counting Stars
Passenger – Let her Go
Pierce the Veil – King for a Day
Relient K – Be My Escape
A Day to Remember – Have Faith In Me
Linkin Park – Crawling
Third Eye Blind – Semi-Charmed Life
Third Eye Blind – Never Let You Go
Lifehouse – Hanging by a Moment
Creed – Higher
The Script – If You Ever Come Back
May Day Parade – Three Cheers for Five Years (Accoustic)
I am wife to the best husband of the freaking universe and mother to 3 majorly awesome kids! Reading, Xbox, cooking and WINE just barely scrape the surface of things I love. Everyone who knows me will say I am a nerd... and I would agree. Want to know a secret? I am a super hero. True story!
I have an obsession with anything people consider odd and I think learning is the bee’s knees. I have an Associate’s degree in Business Management and was an accountant for 7 years. I know, boooring! But I like having a problem and seeing a solution.
Maybe, just maybe, this is why I enjoy writing so much!
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My son, my sidekick, I love you so much. Every day I watch you grow into a wonderful young man that I will always be proud of. Always remember to be true to yourself and let your nerd flag fly strong. Be proud that you are different.
To my beautiful twin daughters, at six you girls are so tough that I am in awe of you every day. I know I have said it a million times over but fairy tales can come true. They are what you make them. Keep your strong heads on your shoulders and reach for the stars! I love you, Muah!
Tiffany & Lacey, you girls will always and forever be my persons! Our bond is something I will never take for granted and I know if I do, one of you will knock some sense into me. The triangle will always stand strong and we will forever be raising our glasses to ‘The husbands that love us, The bitches who hate us, and Our kids that will one day be us!
I want to thank every single person that took a chance and read my debut novel From Lies to Promises. If you are reading this I want to give yo
u a HUGE thank you, because that means that you have stayed with me.
Finally, I want to send big love to all the amazing people I have met along the way so far. I have made great friends with some pretty amazing authors that have been an amazing help by offering advise or just a laugh. To the ladies on my street team, Faith’s Faithful Pimpettes, OMG I cannot begin to tell you how amazing you are and how much help it is to have you be there for me! Thank you!
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A SNEAK PEAK AT
“Damnit, damnit, damnit.” I curse as I pull my hair into a ponytail, grab my purse, and run out the door nearly stumbling when my heel catches on the bottom of the door frame. “Damnit!”
I mean really how many times in an hour can a girl say one cuss word? Well that makes number fifteen. Skeigh and Dave’s late night escapades are going to have to find a new place to rondevu. Like, I don’t know, his place. I am all for getting your dirty little freak on and there is nothing wrong with shouting to the gods when it’s amazing, but for Pete’s sake could you give your roommate a break a few nights a week. All I got to be thankful for is today being Friday.
I didn’t fall asleep until three this morning and that was after I plugged my earphones in, turned my music up as loud as it could go, and putting a freaking pillow over my head. Even after that I’m still sure I heard them. Now here I am rushing into work thirty minutes late without an ounce of caffeine to make me at least feel presentable.
I step out the car and the south signature muggy air makes my skin feel sticky. If I didn’t hate the cold more than the muggy air here I would move north. No I wouldn’t. Even if I didn’t mind the cold there is no way in hell I can leave my girls and TJ.
I welcome the cool draft that hits me as soon as I walk through my office buildings doors. I walk straight to my desk and get to work. Hell, maybe no one even noticed I am late.